I rolled out of bed at 7 a.m. to the blaring of my alarm clock. I slammed it, almost breaking it. I kind of wished it would just break already; it gave me the worst headache every morning. I rolled out of bed and threw on some sweats and a t-shirt.
I really didn’t care what I looked like today. I grabbed my keys and phone and headed to my car; I tuned it on and cranked up the radio. I needed to clear my head desperately. I backed out and sped across town, anxious to get this over with.
I parked at my destination and just sat in the car for a moment, my head on the steering wheel. I focused on my breathing, trying to calm myself down.
I decided I needed to just get this shit over with so I could hopefully stop stressing myself out over what could potentially be nothing.
I got out quickly, slamming the car door on accident.
I sighed as I walked at a fast pace towards the building.
I entered and signed in immediately, hoping that the wait wouldn’t be too long. I just wanted to get home.
“Niall Horan.”
I looked up and was greeted by a young nurse. She motioned for me to follow her. We made our way down a narrow, white hallway and stopped as she ushered me into a cramped room.
“Dr. Caldwell will be with you shortly, Niall.”
I waited for what seemed like hours. I tapped my foot against the bench and looked up at the clock. The only sound I could hear was the faint ticking; it made time seem like it was going by even slower than I thought was possible. I could feel myself starting to sweat.
Just when I thought I was going to go absolutely crazy, Dr. Caldwell entered the room with a fake smile plastered on his face.
“Hi there, Niall. I haven’t seen you in a while. I understand you have been having some issues lately with your health so today we are going to be taking some blood tests, sound good?”
All I could do was nod in response.
He observed my chart briefly, stating that I had been in a lot lately, which I already knew. He told e he would be back after Tammy, the nurse came to take my blood
I was left to wait, yet again.
The clock kept ticking and ticking.
I tried to push the bad thoughts out of my mind. I was sweating again. I really hoped everything was going to be okay. It had to be. I had so much left to do. All I could think about was Harry. I couldn’t disappoint him.
He doctor didn’t come back for another hour.
“Hey, Niall,” he greeted, this time his face looked a little less enthusiastic than before.
I just looked up at him as he sat on the chair and rolled closer to me, my test results in his hand.
“Our technology here at this facility is unlike any other facility in the country. We get our results very fast and they are usually only a 1-2% margin of error. So they are very accurate…”
Where was he going with this?
He let out a small sigh.
“Niall…I don’t know how to tell you this…and you’re so young, so we weren’t respecting this at all…”
I started to shake a bit…bad news…how bad could it be though?
“Niall, you have Leukemia.”
All of the air left my lungs; all i could think of in that moment was Harry.
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Promise Me (N.S.)
Fanfiction“Promise me.” I couldn't look at him. My eyes were blinded by tears. He said it again; his voice was laced with desperation. “Promise me!” “I can’t!” “Why? Why cant you?! Give me one good reason!” “Because then that would mean that this is happening...
